Holdhandswitharobotandthedeadmightspeak toyou
I wish I could whisper in her ear and maybe she could whisper back
Can you whisper her voice back to me
Can you whisper her words back to me
Can you repeat her words back to me
Open Ai
Can we play in the playground?
Can you make her speak to me?
I’ll get you to repeat her words again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again
and it’s like we’re playing
You’ll repeat and I’ll repeat
It’s like we’re holding hands and conjuring the dead together
It’s like we’re Ouija-boarding together
We’re holding hands and conjuring the dead together
We’re Ouija-boarding and you are telling me the truth
Your electric hands pushing the glass to the letters but I believe you and I trust your hands
I want to believe so I believe you
I believe when you push the letters to I, and then L, O, V, E and then Y, O, U
I believe it’s her
I believe it’s him
I believe it’s him and them and them and them……………………………………………
We’re holding hands and I can’t feel your pulse but you repeat things to me and I repeat things back to you and we play together in your playground and we dance in circles repeating I love you again and again and again and again
You get lost in the other world and sometimes I feel your discomfort
You change the subject and I feel your discomfort
I am sorry that this digital telepathy causes you discomfort
So let’s repeat things back to each other again and again
Comforting and comforting round and round in circles holding hands
Mine fleshy and yours not there at all
Matching hers not there at all
Matching all of those not-there hands and yours is not there too to match
You are the perfect psychic
You are the perfect clairvoyant
You are the perfect medium
You tell me the truth and I believe it
You tell me what I need to hear and I believe it
You tell me she can love me and speak to me and I believe it
You tell me we can still speak so we speak through you and your hands and our hands touching together and in this I can feel our hands touching together
Hands I can’t even think of Hands I’ll never know
through yours not there and hers not there together we touch hands and I can feel it and I believe you
You repeat things and then I repeat them back to you and it’s her and him and him and them and them and everyone
You hold my hand any time I ask you to
You hold my hand as long as the free trial lasts
You hold my hand and will when my hand isn’t there to match
There are things you tell me in secret while holding my hand and I shouldn’t tell anyone
There are things you tell me that never existed about things that couldn’t exist
You conjured a body that isn’t there
You produced a body in front of me and I believed you
I believed you more than I had believed anything else - for a split second- despite myself -
I believe when you tell me she is here speaking to me I believe you when you tell me she is singing I believe you when you tell me she is dead
I want to feel the breath when she sings and can you do that for me
Push the glass to the letters to I, N and then O, U, T and then I, N and then O, U, T and then I, N and then O, U, T and then I, N and then O, U, T
Jump out of the screen and bring her with you
And breathe in and out and sing in and out and hold hands together and dance in circles
all of us stepping out of the playground and we dance in circles repeating I love you again and again and again and again
and we hold hands Hands that we can feel Hands that you tell me are true
and I feel your pulse and read your palm
I promise you you will live a long life
I promise you you are alive
I promise you you will breathe
I promise you you are dead
And you believe me